There are rare spans of time in a persons life where the convergence of different and separate events culminate into one glorious moment interspersed with days of mundane existence, trivial pursuit and frivolous frivolity. Yet those separated moments in between somehow work together to piece together a time that can be remembered or recalled with a fondness of kind memory, and smile making faces. The wonder of this phenomena can come in many and various forms, perhaps in the form of chance encounters with random but connected people, or the convergence of artistic inspiration. Yet the common theme that makes these connected moments stand out are the profound moments of silence and despair that exist in the moment. We are never fully aware of our own despair yet our connection to it is never fully eradicated. So we learn to live with it, and we must learn to recognize it. If we stay connected to our despair in a way that allows room for it to exist, but not manifest, then hope can continue to flourish within its presence. Hope is not only a future moment, or a feeling that extends into the future tense. Hope should also be the present, and the actions that we take to make true the reality of a world that would rather give its energy to peace and love, than death and destruction. Yet we are thrown off the course of this path by the unfulfilled desire of consumption and consumerism. And we have yet to find a way of this path. As all things in life, we grow and reach a limit of our growth, and begin to deteriorate. Somehow people believe that the open market is not susceptible to this way of life, and that our tolerance for over consumption and consumer driven lives will never be satiated or curbed. We are creating a beast, a beast that is growing well beyond our means to control, and a beast that will inevitably fall giving into the rules and ways of life's cycle. Will we finally be able to recognize this? Or will we fall into the abyss, killing ourselves in our consumption?